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So, after hunting the Northern Lights, which consisted of a very early morning drive across islands with my head hanging out of the window  for so long , to try to see if I could see them, that my nose nearly fell off with the cold,  and still not finding them we decided it was time to head home to the UK for a little bit for the Easter holidays. This turned out to be a lot harder than finding the Northern Lights!

It started off with us both needing a shower, about an hour before the flight and discovering there was no water! queue a quick phone call to our landlord and he came up with an unusual solution. This involved us following his sisters car, who we had never met, across the town to her flat. Here she promptly showed us where her shower was and left. Well, they say saviours come in all forms! We then had to work out how to get out of the flat, which wasn’t the easiest thing. Then the real difficulty was finding the random shoe shop she had asked us to leave her keys at. To add to the problems, the shop staff didn’t speak English. I hurriedly thrust the keys into the hand of a bemused lady and left hoping I hadn’t left them with the wrong person! That might be a bit awkward when we go back to our apartment. I don’t think the landlord would take too kindly to us helping his sister be burgled!

We then had a very quick drive to the airport where Luke had insisted it would be easy as it is one of the quietest airports in the world. Well that day must have been an unusual event for the airport then as it was packed full of travellers and the queue to get through security was massive! It even gave me the chance to be fully prepared and I arrived at the beeping machine with shoes off and everything. I was chuffed when it was the first time I went through the beeping machine and it didn’t protest. However, my happiness was short-lived as my carry-on-case was scrutinised a little bit too long for comfort. After a while I heard the words  that no one wants to hear from an airport security guard – ‘ do you mind if we search your bag’. Well, I guess they aren’t the worst words a security guard could say. I was left desperately wracking my brain for what I might have left in my bag by accident. All was revealed when the guard, with some flourish, pulled a bottle opener, with corkscrew attached, from my bag. Part of me was glad as I had been searching for it the whole time we had been in Norway but then I was concerned I would be in trouble for taking a potentially harmful implement onto a plane. Luckily, they must have understood my need for a bottle opener, or it had been used so much it was now blunt, and I was allowed onto the plane.

The rest of the journey was the standard squeeze onto bustling flights, various drinks passed hurriedly along aisles, seats so small even my knees touched the seat in front, turbulence and crying children. I thought that the journey wasn’t great but it could have been worse. It then turned into one of the worst when we boarded the last plane and luke placed my bag in the overhead locker. It appeared these had shrunk as my bag stuck out far too much. I was then anxiously sat staring at half of my suitcase poking out of the overhead compartment and wondering how on earth the air hostess would be able to make it fit. It turns out that she couldn’t and as she asked everyone who’s bag it was. I meekly said mine and slunk a bit lower. My suitcase was then heaved out of the overhead compartment, accompanied by tutting and glares from the air hostess, and was then removed to underneath the plane. This wasn’t the only contributing factor for the flight being delayed by forty minutes but it certainly didn’t help and it didn’t dd to my popularity. I just hoped they wouldn’t spot my computer bag half wedged under the seat in front because it wouldn’t fit all of the way. I cleverly disguised it with my scarf and I got away with it. Either that or the air hostess was just too flustered to acknowledge my additional error.

We finally, and rather bumpily, touched down in Manchester. We then spent the next few days with the lovely Murray family for a special lady’s birthday. We were the surprise guests for this birthday meal and attracted a bit of attention as we stealthily hid in reception and then crawled between cars. We then had our first Sunday dinner for a long time and what better way to celebrate being home than baking a sticky toffee pudding to accompany it! Well, I was pleased with my attempt but I am not so sure about the other diners.I think my Grandparents care too much to be critical and the others were just thankful they weren’t my now infamous glowing beetroot brownies or sweet potato and pumpkin pie.

 

Another Week, Another Home.

It’s hard to believe that we have only been in Norway for nearly two months! It feels a lot longer with everything that we have managed to fit in so far. This has included lots of new things, like taking a boat to dinner. No, we didn’t take a boat for actual diner but we had to get one to travel to the restaurant. I did think this would be really lovely and it was certainly interesting. The boat looked like a big waiting room and, although not the prettiest thing to look at, I thought that it would be a fun way to travel to dinner.

What I hadn’t considered was the possibility of the boat journey being what can only be described as ‘rough’. By the time we got to the restaurant I wasn’t as hungry as when we set off, funnily enough. Then, on our way home, I was regretting eating at all as the boat precariously tipped from one side to the other. Must remember to choose my food more wisely next time!

Luckily, a few days later we moved back to ‘the big city’ so we can now just walk to a bar or restaurant and not risk the choppy waters again. Our new flat is lovely with gorgeous views. It also has a wide range of modern items, some I have no idea how they work. We even have our own candle window boxes!

I am also very pleased to have a great kitchen again. Although, as you can see, I haven’t quite tested my culinary skills beyond the world’s most expensive Indian take away and Fish Finger sandwiches…

I think I will have to don my apron soon though as I have made a horrific discovery! It has really upset me…there is no Gingerbread Men, Gingerbread Women or Gingerbread Houses anywhere!! Unless they are hiding. I will now make it my mission to introduce them to Norway. Starting with Luke’s team first. Not so sure if that will improve or worsen things for him but worth a try!

Another surprise was that it has one very cool hoover. Yes, I am well aware that this sounds a bit sad! I promise that this is not the only reason I like the flat and wasn’t the only thing I was impressed with. I was also very impressed when Luke actually used it, to hoover, and not just hang his coat on. The fact that Luke has used it is a sign of just how cool this hoover is! There has just been one mishap the flat so far, involving the shower door, in that it fell off. Whoops.

I had a few days to settle in and enjoy the view of the quirky multicoloured buildings and the water before it was time to venture to another spouse’s meeting.

It was lovely to meet some new faces and there was lots of cake with coffee. I got to try Lefse which is a Norwegian speciality – It was lovely! However, I think I may have lost a few brownie points with some of the other ‘spouses’ though as I think I have, inadvertently, caused the organiser to sign us all up for a ‘team spouses club’ entry for a half marathon – Whoops!! that earnt me one or two evils. I just sat there quietly trying to unsuccessfully hide behind my coffee. Where’s a coffee shop bucket-like mug when you need one!

Luke and I also got to go to a house party and meet lots of people from all over the world. I had worried about what to wear and Luke was no help. We then found out, just as we had left our flat, it was ‘Bow Tie  themed’ . That set of alarm bells! I couldn’t have been more uncomfortable when we entered the flat and it was full of men wearing bow ties ( as well as suits, don’t worry, it wasn’t that kind of party!) and some fairly dressed up girls. You know the feeling you get when you walk into a party and either you’re the odd one out in fancy dress, or the muppet who forgot to wear fancy dress? Well, that was how I felt. However, everyone was really friendly and I soon relaxed, which possibly may have been helped by the wine! Towards the end of the evening I did wonder if some people were being rude as they retrieved any left over alcohol they had brought and squirreled them away. However, I found out that this was customary in Norway and everyone does this due to alcohol being so expensive. I don’t think this would go don to well at a party in the UK! I suppose it is because it is so expensive here and as one person put it “If I buy a bottle of whiskey in Norway and take it to a party, there is no way I am leaving it at the party”.

I then found out that my hopes of the spouse club organiser maybe forgetting the run were dashed as a follow-up email arrived a few days later, it appeared that my hopes had been wishful thinking. With that, I decided to go for a run. I did wonder why I was finding it difficult at first and it was only when I ran past a building displaying the time and temperature that I realised why. Not only was it ridiculously early, it was also minus 6! I suppose I will just have to get used to this whilst running in Norway – or just start running in a duvet. Although, the locals may think it is strange to just see a duvet, with a pair of trainers sticking out of the bottom, running around Aalesund early in the morning. It may have been freezing but at least the views were worth it!

I got the day to myself to get warm again as Luke ventured into new territory: Alpine Skiing. I have spent a week doing this type of skiing however, as I never managed to master the whole process of being able to stop, I decided to say in the safety of the flat. It appears I made the right decision as Luke arrived home with a bruised face and chin. He explained that he decided to go for the easy slope after getting confident on the baby one . This was, as it turned out, perhaps a bit too soon and a bit too over-confident of Luke.

It resulted in him getting misdirected onto a bit of a medium slope first, which turned out to be far too steep. Therefore, he did what was inevitable and he fell. At first I was caring until I found out that he had only stayed on the baby slope for about thirty minutes. My sympathy quickly evaporated. Honestly!

And if that wasn’t bad enough he informed me a man, who we had met at a party a few days before, was now in hospital. It got worse. He had been skiing behind Luke on the ‘steep slope’ when Luke heard a bang, turned to see him lying in the snow and this had what caused Luke to fall over. By the time he reached his friend the red cross were whisking him away. Luckily it was just a sore leg but this put Luke straight into my bad books, or the books I reserved for muppets, I haven’t quite decided. What I have decided is that I will be concentrating on cross-country skiing for now where it is usually nice and flat!

 

Journey Between Islands

It was so refreshing waking up in a place with different rooms and where you could have breakfast at whatever time you wanted and not have to think about looking presentable. Well trying to look presentable. However, as we still needed to check out and reclaim our skis we had to head back across the water to Aalesund. We had thought this would be simple and we left our new apartment knowing it was protected by a politimann.

Yes really, the man who owns the flat (and lives above us) is a policeman so there goes any ideas of having parties. Although, we do face other obstacles to having a party, that would actually have other people there apart from us and some party food. We only know a small amount of people and all of whom would have to get a boat, and a few buses, just to get to our house (as we found out when we were invited to a party on the other island). This makes the whole notion of a party seems to require a lot more thought and effort than in the UK. We also didn’t make it to the party we were invited to as we were told at about ten in the evening, as Norwegians don’t party or go out until really late, and we had no alcohol to take, or anything for the host, which is considered very bad form in Norway. It is probably the best way to never be invited to somebody’s house again. Next time we are going to keep a stock of drink, just in case ,as you can only buy alcohol from certain shops, within certain times. You cannot buy it after four on a Saturday or at all on a Sunday. It certainly would be hard to be an alcoholic here!

We certainly felt like a drink after our journey back to Aalesund. Not only did we just make it onto the ferry thanks to speeding up a little bit, but once we got to the other side we were subsequently run off the road by a car that pulled out without looking. Turns out that stupid drivers are a global phenomenon. Thankfully, the speed limit is a lot lower in Norway and we were forced into a well positioned lay by and not the barriers. Meaning our Beetle has not been turned into a crushed Beetle. I am also glad to report that the Beetle’s horn, and brakes, are in fine working order and that we did then arrive at the hotel in one piece. Much to the delight of the receptionist, I am sure, as we were then able to pay our bill and check out.

It was then time to locate my prized possessions that had been left with one of Luke’s colleagues. It was of course time to be re-acquainted with my old friends Mrs Marmite, Mrs Peanut Butter, Mrs Creme Egg, Mrs Heinz and Mrs Jammy Dodgers. Everything you need for a balanced diet!

I haven’t been able to try any just yet as we stopped for lunch before heading back and I got my first taste of Fiskesuppe. It was absolutely gorgeous, if you like fish, and thankfully I certainly do (if you are interested in making your own, which I will be doing soon, then I have found some great ones here) .

We then headed back to our new island with no further incident so we were able to just enjoy the views.

I was then able to make my own coffee in an actual kitchen. It still feels like a novelty but this might wear off when I have to start cleaning again. Maybe I can find a Norwegian tradition or rule which states that only males clean?

 

Abandoned In Norway

From the title you may have guessed that I have been abandoned in Norway. Well, abandoned might be putting it a bit too strong. It is more the case of Luke going away for meetings for four days. Four whole days! Normally I would think great, perfect opportunity to have a pampering session, have a longer lie in and have control of the TV remote (it’s the little things) . However, this meant I was faced with being on my own in a place I didn’t speak the language and wasn’t 100% sure I could walk around, without getting lost, and then be able to find my way back to the hotel. After having a mild panic about these facts I also realised it was the perfect chance for me to go and explore, and try to look for a job. Even if I did get lost I was sure, almost, that I would be able to ask somebody for help. So, I set off armed with my trusty map, a mountain of CVs and my ‘Nye i Norge’ book.

It was lovely wandering around and I discovered that there was a lot more to Aalesund then I first thought. They had some amazing bakeries, homeware shops, a H & M and even a Colours of Benetton! It made me feel a lot more confident about our move here! The job hunt proved a mixed bag. I had a few positive results in that I had a conversation with them and they didn’t mind that I didn’t speak Norwegian yet. I had one very awkward moment when I asked (in very bad Norwegian) about jobs and the lady responded very quickly, and more difficult for me in Norwegian, about the need to speak Norwegian as all their customers are mainly Norwegian. She had a point there and all I could do was nod, smile and pretend to understand whilst trying not to appear too flustered! Yet there was a positive from this situation, I have found a shop which has amazingly quirky things for the home (it’s called Kremmerhuset) . So, although I didn’t get a job I have seen all the cushions I want for our flat. I am not sure that is quite what Luke intended when he was encouraging me to go out and hand my CV to lots of places.

It was then time to have the spouses’ meeting , where I still feel a bit of an imposter as I am not a spouse. It was lovely, lots of coffee and cake and it was nice to talk in English and not have people look blankly back. There was also a lady from the Red Cross who came to talk to us. I may well sign up for the search and rescue, once I am confident that my searching wont end up turning into a rescue for me. I almost needed rescuing as I left the meeting. I went down in the lift as I didn’t know the right door to get to the stairs. To my horror I arrived at the ground floor and nothing. No doors opening and no beeping, there was just a few moments filled with absolutely nothing. I rapidly pressed a lot of buttons while trying to remember if anyone was still in the building and what the norwegian for help was. Luckily it is ‘hjelpe’ so I think even I could have managed that. Thankfully one button worked and I ended up going back to the floor of the spouses’ meeting, much to the amusement of the host who I had just said goodbye to. I hurriedly explained about the lift and made a bashful exit down the stairs. I think I will be avoiding that lift from now on.

After that mini-trauma I decided the safest thing to do would be to head back to the hotel . I nipped into a deli to get some dinner for later,

a really lonely looking meal for one, and then I went into the shop. I didn’t quite get the shop bit right as the checkout girl scanned the items and sent them to the other side of the till. I went to retrieve my items first and then realised, as she was trying to get my attention in front of a long queue of people, that you are meant to pay first and that they use split tills to speed up shopping. There is no waiting for the person in front to slowly pack up all their items first like in the UK. My saving grace, so that she didn’t think I was shoplifting, was to play the English card. Well it has to be useful for something! I then went to the gym before dinner and my day brightened up a little bit (sorry Luke!) when a man looking incredibly like Thor (well, the Thor from the recent movies) was in there. I kept expecting there to be a bolt of lightning. He even had the long beard and hair! When I first saw him I almost fell off the treadmill, which could have been a really possibility as my balance on them is’t very good at the best of times, whilst blurting out ‘I don’t believe it’. I had joked to Luke that if I met Thor in Norway then I would run off. Preferably with Thor. Unfortunately, the only place I was running anywhere on was the treadmill as I don’t think look-a-likes count. At least I think he was look-a-like…

Luke finally made it home after a fall, missing credit card, delayed planes and lost suitcases. Who said business travel was easy and just filled with drinks and meals? We then did a bunk from the hotel. Well, we are going back tomorrow to check out. I Just hope they realise that as we sped away with all of our suitcases without paying. We have left our skis and Luke suits in the room so hopefully they will realise that we are coming back, even if we aren’t staying there tonight. We had left to move across to a new island, called Ulsteinvik, and set up home for the next few weeks in a lovely apartment.

 

 

This meant each being able to buy food to use in an actual kitchen! I have missed cooking so much but I was a little disappointed when I gleefully told Luke I would cook him a nice dinner for Sunday and asked him what he would like. He responded , after much thought, ‘beans on toast please’. Great, thanks, that will really take all of my culinary skills to prepare that dish!As well as buying proper food, moving into a flat also meant getting a quilt set each because in Norway they have a small quilt per person. This will save a lot of arguments over quilt stealage!

The flat has stunning views and I am just glad that I am living somewhere that has rooms that are actually separate from each other!

 

Learning the lingo and dangerous activities

Well, what a week settling in. I have to say I never want to live in a hotel again and have a few more weeks to go but things could be a lot worse! However, after walking Luke to the boat, to make sure he gets on it to go to work,

at least I get to come back to a ‘lovely’ breakfast. Even if I am there , on my own, with a very strange concoction of food to ensure I try all the local combinations.

The other diners must thing I am slightly odd. Especially when I get out my kids textbook

multicoloured flashcards and start muttering to myself!! In addition to perking up every time I hear anyone speak english. I think I may have to keep an eye on myself before I start following english speakers around the hotel!

Yet when I do venture out of the hotel I have been able to explore the local areas and it is beautiful. I have even discovered my new favourite restaurant called Lyst .

The food is delicious, the interior is all wooden, colourful and modern, it is always busy and I love the candles they put outside to welcome people in. Maybe it could be a new trend for Bollington? Although I am not sure if my street would go for that. It could be a bit obvious to any potential burglars if no one is in when the candles are not lit!

We have also ventured to the cinema. It was quite easy as it was  only with Norwegian subtitles (it was a bit like a more interesting version of my Norwegian ‘teach yourself’ lessons). However, the whole experience was a little bit odd. Think of a leisure centre that has been split into different small compartments and has had a massive tv put on the walls, which is then surrounded by squeaking curtains. Add about forty seats, if you are feeling generous, and that is pretty much the cinema. It was a little bit strange especially at one point. It was a really serious, dark, emotional part in our movie and suddenly there was a loud shout of ’Yippie ka-ay Mother …’. Apparently, next door were watching Bruce Willis. It didn’t quite go with our film, although it did put a rather alternative slant on the scene we were watching.

The rest of the time I have been looking for a job and realising not knowing Norwegian may be more of a problem than I was told but I am learning. Slowly. All the Norwegian people are being very nice to me and really giving me time to pluck up the courage to speak to them in Norwegian, only to answer me in English. I think may have to work on my accent! I also have to work on a slight addiction I seem to have developed after a colleague suggested I try them. The item in question – Bamsemums.

Yes, they may well look cute but they should come with a warning!

They are a gorgeously gooey marshmallow bears covered in crispy chocolate.

It got a little bit ridiculous as I worked my way through a family sized bag so, for the sake of not having to buy new clothes, I asked Luke to help wean me off them by hiding the rest of the bag. So what does Luke do to try to hide them? he sneaks around the room in a not-so-subtly way and then, when he thought he had found the perfect place, he hid them. The only problem with this is that I was still in the room, but with my eyes closed, and instead of moving stealthy I could tell where he was going and to top it all off? he really rustled the bag into the hiding place. It was a little bit of a giveaway! So alas, that particular bag of bears did not make it to the end of the week.

Luckily, we went for a death-defying walk, with one of Luke’s colleagues, in the ice up to Aksla the next day so I think I wont need new clothes just yet. It was a great walk except for the bits were there was a sheet of ice with a fairly large drop on the other side. However, we made it without slipping and got to enjoy the amazing view and have a peek in the sentry post/ pill boxes from WWII.

It was then time to hug the railings on the way down as we passed a sign saying ‘slippery stairs’ and it wasn’t lying!

I still am amazed none of us fell over on the way down! I just kept hugging the railings.

We survived and were able to go for a huge cross-country ski on Sunday. Well, short by Norwegian standard but huge by ours. Especially as we ae stupidly cross-country(ing) in alpine ski wear so it is like being in a sauna as soon as you clamber up your first hill. Still, it was really enjoyable. I had thought I was getting better untill I went down a particularly steep hill and fell over for my first time. Luckily, Luke was there to console me. He did this by swerving to avoid me and ending up flat on his back with the skis in the air. There is nothing like a bit of solidarity between couples! However, this act of unintentional kindness was wiped out when Luke stopped too quickly later on causing me to ski straight into the back of him, and flat on my face. I supposed I deserved that though for being secretly glad he had fallen over at the same time as me earlier on. Well, I didn’t want to be the odd one out!

There was a few more scary bits this time as we were skiing around the a lake. Well , I thought we were skiing around it and Luke and I spent a lot of time discussing whether we were skiing around the lake or on it. It wasn’t untill we passed lots of boat houses quite far away from us, and with their entrances pointing towards us, that it became crystal clear we were actually skiing on the lake. This did wonders for our skiing time as we quickly tried to get off the lake. Another near death situation, well not really near death but a small chance it could have been, was when Luke’s love of skiing down very steep hills saw him snow plough his way down one and then came the moment of realisation that the hill was cut in half by a road. This became apparent as Luke sped towards it, just as a car came driving along it. Meanwhile, I was walking sideways down the hill as I still valued my life. Luckily, the car was faster than Luke and he glided, as gracefully as one can in a snow plough, to a halt. I guess he is fearless for going down the hills, but we will try to check if there are any roads first next time.

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The Norge adventure continues!

As the adventure continues we haven’t got in to too much mishap so far. Well, when i say too much I mean that we have definitely not wrongly boarded a boat to be swiftly directed off it (in our defence we just followed some other people onto it). Nor have we ordered a diet coke almost the size of a child and been laughed at by the whole restaurant (I mean the whole restaurant, especially when the glass needed two hands just to pick it up!).

In addition, Luke has certainly not fallen over more times than I care to remember , or remember how often I have not looked for him just to see a pair of bright yellow legs sticking up from a mound of snow. Nor had Luke made one child giggle and the other fall over at the sight of his yellow trousers. Nor did he keep wanting to go down lots of steep hills, despite us participating in cross-country skiing! This also did not result in me waiting at the bottom for so long I wondered what had happened to Luke only to find the answer reveal itself to me as just one of Luke’s ski arrived at the bottom of the hill, without Luke.

However, what we have done is eaten Norwegian ‘delicacies’ in the form of Japp, Boller and Gjende. I have also definately had a mixed Norwegian/ English conversation with a lovely lady we met Cross Country skiing. I don’t think I said anything to offend her…..

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Not much more I can add really apart from that I am still gobsmacked this is my new home and we have only been here four days!

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Skis, Snow Boots and Snow

So, day two and we certainly kept busy. I managed to drag Luke to the gym before breakfast and that went well, untill the lights went off and we couldn’t find the switches. We got a few funny looks from other people who entered the gym later and found us, working out on the cross-trainers, in total darkness. Oh well, we can just tell them it is a new English craze! We then went to breakfast and I decided to have a mixture of all of the items that would make up a typical norwegian breakfast, big mistake! I swiftly retreated to my bread and peanut butter after I rapidly discovered that gherkins, ham, sardines in tomato sauce and Brunost did not make a great mixture early in the morning, if indeed at any time! I think I shall give myself, and what is left of my confused taste buds, more time to settle in before I carry out another tasting onslaught like that again! Then, with the taste of sardines still lingering, we met up with one of our ‘guides’ who, whilst driving on roads that would have seen the whole of the UK shut down with warnings of not driving unless it was absolutely necessary, took us to the police station and tax office.

Both places were different to their UK counterparts as they were very efficient and punctual. Dead on nine am and the police office rolled up its shutters and we were able to gain Norwegian residency. Not only was this different but the gentleman at the tax office was very friendly! it was a bit of a shock! It was then time for me to have another different experience as I attended the spouse club for expats. Never mind the small fact of not being a spouse yet, or having any children to bring to the meeting, but I really enjoyed it. Everyone was lovely and their was lots of useful information ( which bread to buy, where to shop, what to do etc), cake and of coffee (which they do remarkably well over here, so well in fact that by the time I got to the spouse’s club I had already had about four cups of strong coffee I don’t think I will be able to sleep ever again!).

It was then time to do a quick room swap in the hotel. Don’t worry, we had asked first and we were both moving rooms together! all we had to do was scuttle across to the older building and take all of our belongings with us. It was a bit like a scene out of a fast forwarded old movie with different characters chasing each other around a building. Luke took the suitcases and I followed him behind with items he had dropped or left. I think the hotel staff were wondering who they had let themselves in for! It was then time for lunch and we went to an amazing cafe, which appears to have a strong love of Tzatsiki, and indulged in a massive lunch.

We then felt that we needed to do something sporty after such a big lunch so, we went shopping.

Well, it is almost a sport and it was shopping in a sports shop so it does count, kind of. We were able to track down winter boots

spikes for my running

and then moved on to the cross-country skis. This proved a little bit more difficult as the assistant asked for  our heights. He looked at me and almost visibly winced whilst trying not to laugh. It then took him a while to work out which length skis I should have, before declaring they didn’t have any short enough and I would just have to settle for the size up. I know the shop is called XXL

but honestly! I didn’t expect them to only cater for giants and Nordic gods. Well, ok then, just non vertically challenged people. He did assure me that the couple of centimetres wouldn’t make a difference but if I end up falling over lots, or Luke is better at cross country skiing than me, then those additional centimetres will almost certainly be at fault. Although, they did seem fine as we did a bit of indoor skiing. I promise this is not a code for anything, Luke did actually mean he wanted to test out his skis in our hotel room. I couldn’t let him gain an advantage over me so as the saying goes, if you can’t beat them then join them! It could be a new sporting event? Eddy the eagle move over- here come the LuLu’s live from the Quality Hotel!

It was then off to swap our car. We had previously got stuck on a hill, skidded, made it to the top and then became stuck behind an OAP vehicle (yes, they have them here too).

Therefore, we decided to get another car. I stayed in our previous car whilst Luke went to choose.

I was kept amused by watching people dig their way into their cars after disembarking from their flights but I wasn’t amused for long as Luke came back with the new car. Which one does Luke choose? Which one did he think would be best for tackling San Franscio style hills made of pure slippery ice? Why, a Beetle of course!

Yes, it is cute, but it hardly screams ‘Look at me, I can take on any amount of ice or snow you can throw at me’. I don’t think I shall be driving it yet (and yes mum, I know to drive on the other side of the road!) We carried on our debate about the merits of the car over a quick dinner in a local inn.

I began to wonder why my mouth was on fire when I learnt that Norwegian have chilli sauce in the english version of tomato ketchup bottles!!! I almost had to go outside and get some snow for my tongue but I chose to have a drink instead. We then decided the Beetle would stay as it had seat warmers (heaven) and Luke is convinced that, with winter tires and his excellent driving (HAHAHA), that the car will be fine. We shall see.

However, it did do well as we went flat searching this morning. I have to admit I was intrigued by the flats but I am not sure if they were right. One was huge with enough beds and sofas to rival DFS and the other was quite a bit smaller but with a stunning view. We have decided to continue the search and, who knows, maybe I will end up getting Luke to build a longship instead! In the meantime we will enjoy having lovely waiters, and a restaurant to ourselves, followed by a lovely walk around the town before heading back to the hotel.

This whole relocation is not so bad really…

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Reise til Norge

So, the day had finally come to leave the UK and begin our journey to Norway. I can’t say it went as smoothly as we hoped. I realised this as, after I had half fell out of bed, I caught a glimpse out of the window to see a blanket of snow. This was followed by a steady stream of prawn-craker esque snow that continued to fall. Add this to the anticipated arrival of the fixer-of-boilers, as well as the pressing need to finish packing for Norway, and I may have been a teensy bit stressed. Especially as Luke was still packing half an hour before we had to leave the house (told you!). However, the Murray Parents saved the day as they were kind enough to stay in our slightly chilly house to await the fixer-of-boilers . We were then able to leave our lovely house to begin our journey to the airport. This involved a quick stop for a hug with the grandparents, and covertly check they had their fire on and didn’t need milk, because if you ask them if they need anything they say no and then you find out later they have made an Artic-like expedition to the shops!It was then time to be driven to the airport with all of our bags. In total we had two rucksacks, two carry on bags, three suitcases and two lap top cases. It was ridiculous! but, as Luke was laughing at me, I pointed out the merits of my packing and how, as we were moving for two years, it could have been a lot worse. I don’t think he appreciated my analysis as he had difficulties trying to wedge the items into his boot earlier. Luckily he was able to fit all the cases in otherwise it would have been a long walk for me to get to the airport in time!

Once we had said all our goodbyes it was time to say goodbye to our luggage which, thankfully, was not overweight. Then we braced ourselves for security and began our descent further into the airport. I hate this part of travelling and this hatred always appears justified. Not only was I held up in the queue, due to the man in front not being allowed to take his duty-free items with him, but Luke overtook me! Even worse? both him, and the security guard dealing with him, were laughing at me as he sailed through security whilst I was still waiting to place my items in the boxes. The guard even joked with Luke and directed a “nice one Luke ” to him as he skipped ahead of my queue informing me that “Luke had made a wise move Lucy”. Well yes Mr Security Guard he may have made a good move getting ahead of me but he would still have to face me on the other side! so maybe not the wisest move Luke had ever made! However, this sentiment floundered as I was finally accepted through to the next round of security only to set of the  first alarms. Consequently, I then had to go through another detector; then I had to remove my shoes; and then I had to have body search. Meanwhile, back in the land of the other ‘Lu’, Luke had sailed through and was waiting for me at the other side. This incident did nothing to improve my experiences with going through security at Manchester Airport! Then the ultimate gooey icing on this particular cake was when I was informed that I was not allowed the three bags of liquids, which Luke as a frequent flyer had informed me would be fine, and would have to fit them into one bag. Oh no, only one bag! Deep breaths.

We finally made it onto the plane and I began to relax a little bit more, especially as the food was served. It was a lovely salmon and rice concoction. Although I had to cajole Luke into eating it. I did this by informing him he had to get used to it as we were moving to a place where fish formed its main food staple. He did then eat it the fish and the rest of the flight was rather pleasant. However, we ended up the last ones on the plane as I could not find my passport. Luckily, I eventually found it and we entered the Copenhagen airport that was full of wood and leafy plants, typically Danish I thought. There was then a few jokes from the security guard after he noticed I now have to wear glasses, which did wonders for the self-esteem, and then it was on to the hotel. Thankfully, I had resisted the urge to joke back with the security guard as I knew I really did need to be allowed to stay in the country for the night.

The hotel was lovely and we even got a dressing gown each! I am easily pleased I know, I even had trouble sleeping in my anticipation of the hotel breakfast! You can tell I don’t stay in hotels often! The breakfast didn’t disappoint as I was able to have cheeses and ham, as well as a huge vat of coffee.

It was then a struggle back to the airport to get on our final plane. We stopped for a juice along the way at ‘Joe and the juice’ where they shout your name when your order is ready. Unfortunately, just I was trying Luke’s drink the waiter then shouted ’Luke’ . Turns out I was trying the wrong drink…. there was then an embarrassed silence and swopping of drinks.

Luckily, we made it without any mishaps untill it came to opening my milk, for my coffee, whilst we were on the plane. The poor gentleman sat next to me got spattered with drops of milk as I opened my carton upside down. Thankfully, he appeared to see the funny side (I think) and refused my embarrassed attempt to offer him a napkin. He then looked slightly concerned when I asked for another coffee but as I asked Luke to open the next one for me he visibly seemed to relax. I must remember never to open milk on a plane again, unless it is completely empty! The plane that is, not the milk carton

We arrived safely in Norway, The Avis man agreed, somewhat amusedly, that we would definitely need a bigger car than a beetle as he peered his head above the desk to take a look at the two trolleys full with our bags!

After we fitted in all of our suitcases into the hire car, we were on our way through the stunning scenery to Aalesund. The best thing about the drive? apart from the views I was reunited with seat warmers! Heaven.

It really was stunning and I still cannot believe this will be our new home. What I also cannot believe is how expensive it is! After  checking in to the Quality Hotel, we had a meeting with a very nice lady who told us all about the things we needed to know  we went for a lovely dinner at Anno. I had only meant to get one glass of wine, honest! but as he brought the wine over and asked me if it was ok I began to worry slightly.

This worry intensified when I saw Luke’s alarm bells go off after the waiter asked me to taste the wine before pouring me a full glass. Luke then asked the waiter how the wine system worked and if they just charged by the glass, to which the waiter replied along the lines of  you ordered the bottle you would have to pay for it so would you like a glass. Luke almost choked a quiet ‘yes please’ back and took a very, very long drink, whilst I was racking my brain to work out what the cost of the bottle was. I apologised profusely and then we found out at the end how much it was. I almost fell off my very high chair (a high stool not a child’s chair, don’t worry ,  even though I am in the region of giants and vikings  it doesn’t appear that I am unusually short, i don’t think). I am sure I heard the man sitting behind us giggling to himself as we debated the cost of the wine and tried to justify it to ourselves. I now know never, ever, to order anything that might appear in a bottle instead of a glass. Ever.  Seventy Pound! It hurts just to think about it. I have never spent that much on a meal out let alone just the drinks! I needed the wine just to get over the shock and Luke did his best Victor Meldrew impression, although I don’t think he meant to, as he proclaimed “I don’t believe it!” . However, we did have a very nice meal regardless.

I was even served cloudberry chutney with my cheese!

Well, you must have cheese with red wine… at least that is what I told Luke!. It was then time to absorb the shock of the price of one bottle of wine. The flurry of snow was enough to sober us up as we made our slippery way back to the hotel and, as we raved about the lovely food we had eaten, we also made a vow to only stick to spirits in the future.

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Perils Of Packing

We are off again! This time to the land famous for its fish, the invention of paper clips, open sandwiches, the northern lights and A-HA. Yes, we are moving to Norway. Now the big problem for me is, with less than a week to go, what do I need to pack. I have asked Luke to advise me on what sort of clothes they wear but, as is often the case with the male species, his reply was an unhelpful grunt along the lines of “the same as we wear in the UK“.  This is probably true yet we don’t usually get feets of snow, blizzards or freezing temperatures. However, the past month of English weather may have helped to prepare me. Therefore, I have had to work out for myself what clothes will be essential and so far all I have decided is that thermals were a priority even if they will make me look like a member of the Blue Man Group, especially when my face turns blue in the cold.

I did do a spot of forward planning for the packing and sent Luke over with a suitcase filled with food that I didn’t think I would be able to get in Norway. This caused great amusement for Luke and his colleagues when he transferred the contents into another case for storage. Apparently they do have baked beans (yes, even of the Heinz variety), cream eggs, Jaffa cakes and mustard. This may not have helped me make the best first impressions although my saving grace was the huge jar of Marmite, which still remains a true british product. This meant that it was worth Luke lugging the heavy suitcase on three planes, to various hotels and up lots of stairs even if he might disagree somewhat as he just happens to be a member of the ‘hater’ club when it comes to Marmite. Somehow I don’t think he shares in my happiness that we at least have a jar of Marmite to welcome us when we arrive in Norway.

This whole exercise has also shown me that the packing skills, which I thought had been expertly honed from all our previous travels, is not quite up to scratch. Luke kindly informed me that this became abundantly clear when  the contents of my huge suitcase, which he had struggled with all week, were transferred comfortably into a suitcase half the size. Therefore, I have changed the packing game plan and have repacked various suitcases to ensure everything is squished down and every bit of space has been used. I also have a new mantra whilst packing and that is that we are not moving to another planet and they will have things like toothpaste, towels and shower gel in Norway so just pack the essentials. So before I approach the suitcase I can now be heard to mutter “pack the essentials, pack the essentials, pack the essentials”. I had hoped this would work but then again how do you decide what is essential? Is a jar of peanut butter essential? for me yes, for Luke not so much; Are lots and lots of jumpers essential? for me yes, for Luke he can just take a few and he is happy.I have realised that I am not quite as light at packing as I want to be. I always end up looking more like a bag lady than an experienced traveller, and that is just if I am going away for a weekend. Luke’s face fills with horror at the thought of all the various bags I will have to take with us for a ‘trip’ that will last at least a couple of years.

I have discovered a few packing tips which should help me, in theory.

• Roll or fold. Doing both will take up more room (although, deciding on which technique to use is tricky)
• Only take what you can carry on the plane (so there goes all my extra bags).
• Stick to the luggage allowance to save landing a hefty surcharge.
• Remembering that you will be able to buy things over there and you do not have to pack up your whole house (or in my case items that are classed a ‘just-in-case’ for example a dog bowl or monopoly board, which I have now removed from my suitcase and hidden away so they won’t find their way back into the case).
• Everyone packs differently. I pack weeks before but then end up repacking to make sure I have everything. Luke is still packing an hour before we are due at the airport. (I am planning to be out f the house whilst he packs as it will either make me jealous of the ease with which he packs or, if he flapps around looking for the elusive sock or missing charger, I will find it incredibly hard to resist informing him that he should have packed sooner. No one likes to hear that when they are stuck under the sopha trying to look for the missing items).
• If you pack a suitcase early try to store it in a safe place which is easily accessible. (not balance precariously on top of each other so that they fall on top of you, which in my defense has only happened a few times, or that it is like a massive game of Jenga when you realise you have packed items that you still need).

Now all I need to do is find somewhere to unpack all the suitcases, once we arrive in Norway, as we have a slight problem in that we still do not have anywhere to live. We could always put Luke’s love of, or slight addiction to, building flatpack furniture to good use and he can build us a Viking Longship. How hard can that be?

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Christmas Shennanigans

Traditionally, christmas always begins for me with the annual family party where there is always far too much food , drink and dancing to songs you would usually run a mile from, in any direction.

Now, planning a party is never easy, planning a christmas party is so much harder due to all the festive expectations and then planning a christmas party for all the family adds that little bit of extra pressure. Especially when the family is a rather massive clan and not just a couple of aunt or uncles or grannies. No, this party was for my dad’s side of the family of which he is one of seven and they have other halves, numerous kids and now even grandchildren. Therefore, we have developed a routine that is carried out with a unique, and somewhat haphazard, military  precision. This worked particularly well as the shopping was done in record time the day before.

On D-Day all hands were on deck moving sofas, before deciding it was better in its original place so moving it back; hoovering

; making a playlist to suit everyone’s tastes including some Somerset classics (who knew there were such a thing!? they included lots of ooo ahh oo ahh’s and combine harvesters..); finding emergency chairs from anywhere possible

and yes this did include bringing in the garden chairs ; creating space for enough people and animals. At least it wasn’t as tricky as the previous year where we had to find room for all the guests, a new puppy, two gerbils and the perfectly timed trip from the Gas Man as there appeared to be a gas leak on the very day we were holding a party. The Gas Man looked very bemused as he entered the mayhem and skillfully navigated, it was rather impressive really, his way around the various pets and people to locate the gas meter hidden by a group of aunts and uncles; finding enough plates

, of which there is never enough;

cooking enough to feed everyone; designating a room for beer, presents and coats and ensuring everyone sticks to it so there is no mad panic when someone cannot find their coats or, and this is potentially worse, the extra supplies of beer ; finally, ensuring there is enough time for the party organisers to have a drink and a relax before the guests arrive

which, in my family, could be at any time.

Once the revellers arrived the next staged of the operation began with serving dinner, drinks and cakes whilst trying to talk to everyone and keep a track on where everyone’s coats and presents went. It was then time for a celebratory drink once the last guest had managed to negotiate the small lake that had developed in the road although there were a few cheers as various aunts and uncles did not heed our warnings and almost disappeared , in the style of the Vicar of Dibley,in the puddle in their effort to find various methods of transport.

Another christmas event was a trip to Hogwarts.

It was amazing, the set was fantastic and we even got to fly the blue flying ‘Muggle‘ car. There was then days filled with walks, baking and food. The walks were very muddy, I almost got lost in one particularly deep hole of mud! There was also the chace to walk to the local village, which involved getting lost and aimlessly wandering around a golf course  and ensuring we didn’t get hit by any flying balls at one point. However, it was worth is as we grabbed a bite of local produce from the BBQ outside the Prestbury Farm Shop. Yes a BBQ, in winter, I think they are even nicer at winter! It certainly warmed us up, or it might have been the mug of mulled wine we were persuaded to buy…

There was far too much of the latter as Luke and I almost set a personal best with having four christmas dinners. Well, it is christmas.

Now we have to prepare for New Year and we have started by a very muddy bike ride

followed by making a gingerbread house.

Now it is time to go off for drinks. Happy New Year!